psiman
Poor Street Justice
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PRELUDE
May 29, 2012 19:06:20 GMT -8
Post by psiman on May 29, 2012 19:06:20 GMT -8
I am going to use two attacks against him again. I will still try to just put him down so no more tha gd damage for either attack.
attack#1 [dice=100]
attack#2 [dice=100][rand=46269400594856563134195219864877733733481293945759335558106645911]
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PRELUDE
May 29, 2012 21:23:09 GMT -8
Post by Relic on May 29, 2012 21:23:09 GMT -8
Michaels finishes Mr. Watkins off effortlessly with a swift knee to the groin, and a sharp left backhand that makes Gerald's eyes go crossed then roll up into his head. David catches the man as he flops forward, gently laying him down on the bed. He takes a pillow and sets it underneath Samantha's head. Unfortunately, the mysterious mutant/black widow-ess known as 'Angel' is nowhere to be seen.
ooc: going to assume David checks/aids Mr. & Mrs. Watkins to make sure they are OK and that no loss of Endurance ranks occurs (they'll get a "Recovery" essentially as listed APB, p32). They regain consciousness after a few minutes. Let me know if David does anything specific during this time period, otherwise the couple will begin to wake up groggily.
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psiman
Poor Street Justice
Posts: 37
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PRELUDE
May 30, 2012 5:08:19 GMT -8
Post by psiman on May 30, 2012 5:08:19 GMT -8
After finally knocking them both out, David checks them both out to make sure that they are ok, and deciding to err on the side of caution, takes some large Zip ties (plastc Handcuffs), he ties thier hands and then the feet together. He then moves them both to the bed so that they are comfortable (only if it appears to be safe to do so). He then decides to go looking through the house for Angel and signs of where she went.
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PRELUDE
May 30, 2012 16:33:43 GMT -8
Post by Relic on May 30, 2012 16:33:43 GMT -8
David secures the Watkins' duo, then stealthily navigates the house, looking for signs of Angela 'Angel' Walker. He notes a plant vase accidentally knocked over in the hallway just before the stairs leading down, and dirt from lady's high-heeled shoe prints that lead to down to the front door. Peering outside, through the window, Angel is nowhere to be found.
"Whu…Huh!? You… you two-timing Bimbo! Untie me!!" Michaels hears Gerald Watkins exclaim loudly. "I'm tied up too, you oaf! I… I think we've been robbed!!" Samantha retorts. It would appear the Watkins are awake.
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psiman
Poor Street Justice
Posts: 37
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PRELUDE
May 30, 2012 17:06:30 GMT -8
Post by psiman on May 30, 2012 17:06:30 GMT -8
Hearing the two Watkins bickering, He takes a deep breath to steady himself and then heads back in the room to try and sort things out with them.
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PRELUDE
May 31, 2012 12:10:40 GMT -8
Post by Relic on May 31, 2012 12:10:40 GMT -8
No longer under the influence of Angel's pheromonic allure, the two Watkins verbally tear at each other, while Detective Michaels stands there with his arms crossed. They plea to be untied so they can be out of each other's sight but Michaels coolly refuses, and momentarily becomes the target of their mutual tirade; leaving the room due the inane spectacle of it all forces them to turn their venom back on each other.
David has time to fix himself something to eat as the two bicker upstairs, still tied up helpless on the bed; they won't miss the banana and bowl of cereal. Maybe the milk, but hey. He's hungry and from the sound of it upstairs, it'll be a while.
The accusations and retaliations continuing, David eventually makes his way to the living room, props himself into a leather lazyboy reclining chair and turns on a large flat screen TV. The newscast catches his attention, "... says Hallows disappeared shortly after his one-thirty a.m. arrival at SFO late last night. 85-year-old Jonathan Hallows was released Thursday after serving a 38-year prison sentence for a cult-related mass-suicide which claimed the lives of a dozen people in 1974. The reformed felon and now devote Catholic had been complaining of severe migraines, body pains, as well as lapses of memory since his release and was being taken for diagnosis at St. Mary's Medical Center, but was last seen entering a taxi cab alone by eye witnesses. It's believed Hallows may be suffering from dementia-like symptoms or PICS - Post Incarceration Syndrome - and while he is not considered harmful, authorities are asking for any information leading to the missing man's whereabouts..." __
Some time goes by and David blinks his eyes realizing he dozed off and that the noise upstairs is no longer. He returns to find the Watkins' resigned and staring at the ceiling in a more sedate state, and after he's assured the temper tantrums are over, he releases them.
"Thank you, detective. Your methods were... um... unorthodox, but effective," Watkins says calmly. David tells Gerald he still needs to compile the evidence he's gathered and write up a final report, but Watkins interrupts telling him it won't be necessary; they've decided to try and work things out.
Watkins hands him an envelope of cash, which Michaels quickly thumbs through, folds, then sticks inside an inner coat pocket. Enough and then some for his services. Mrs. Watkins comes downstairs looking refreshed after a shower; she looks young and quiet beautiful when cleaned up. Samantha gives a slight smile and starts busying herself in the kitchen and for a moment David can't help but wonder how such a sweet woman got mixed up in such a screwy situation.
A handshake with Watkins and David is shown to the door.
It is early morning, the sun is out, the sky blue, and air still crisp but refreshing. An attractive young woman jogs by with her dog.
David doesn't know what'll become of the Watkins, but he can rest knowing he did what he could. As far as 'Angel', after he has compiled his reports, there may be enough circumstantial evidence linking her to other cases to issue a warrant for her-arrest. Or at the least, bring her in for questioning. He smiles knowing she's only gotten away for the meantime.
Detective Michaels heads home for some much deserved R&R.
ooc: slight pause while other developments unfold...
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PRELUDE
Jun 12, 2012 8:11:48 GMT -8
Post by Relic on Jun 12, 2012 8:11:48 GMT -8
Detective Michaels was more exhausted than he'd thought as his cell phone rang, jarring him from deep sleep. He felt slightly nauseated and disoriented looking at the clock which read 3:35, but by the muted light of day peering through the shut venetian blinds covering his windows he couldn't tell if it was am or pm.
The phone stopped ringing after one ring, switching automatically to the answering machine. After a few minutes, as David sat propped up on one shoulder rubbing his eyes and trying to get his bearings, the phone vibrated softly on the desk. He picked it up, recognized the caller's number and checked the message.
"David, it's Adam. Been a while. Listen, wondering if you have time to meet up later. I need help tracking someone down. It's urgent, so get back when you can."
Adam, a fellow detective he'd met, working on a case for some wealthy eccentric out in Saint Francis Wood a few years back. He liked Adam; a tough no-nonsense guy similar to himself, who'd cleaned himself up, got a legit job, and cut out dealing with the wrong people after a somewhat shady start. Last David had heard the rich cat Adam worked for had died, leaving him the guardian of the man's sole beneficiary; something like that. It had been a while and they'd both been busy so never had a chance to catch up and talk details.
From his bed's vantage point, he could see his bathroom/makeshift photo darkroom, with various pics of Angela "Angel" Walker and Mrs. Samantha Watkins left to hang on a drying line. Though he took countless pics and video digitally, David enjoyed doing things "old school" and also took photos with and an old Cannon SLR camera. There was something about that careful, methodical and tangible process of mixing developer chemicals, watching the black-and-white image slowly emerge on an exposed white sheet of matte or glossy photo paper as it sloshed beneath the clear liquids under a dim red light; when he pulled the paper from the fluid trays with rubber-tipped tongs and hung them on the drying line and he saw them clear and crisp for the first time, answers would often appear to him as magically as the picture images did.
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psiman
Poor Street Justice
Posts: 37
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PRELUDE
Jun 13, 2012 19:24:40 GMT -8
Post by psiman on Jun 13, 2012 19:24:40 GMT -8
sitting up and slowly waking up, David decides he had better call his friend and heading over to the desk picks up the phone and calls him.
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PRELUDE
Jun 15, 2012 0:00:22 GMT -8
Post by Relic on Jun 15, 2012 0:00:22 GMT -8
David calls Adam right back and after exchanging the normal pleasantries customarily shared between familiar colleagues, he gets down to business.
"Listen David, there's some strange stuff going down concerning Toby, the boy I've taken under my wing, for better or for worse. He's a good kid, but seems to adamantly believe some major BAD events are going to occur here in the Bay Area in the near future.
For the most part I've been brushing him off as being hyper-imaginative; but due to some recent events and tie-ins with some recent local news and incidents... well, I'm not sure what to think anymore. Chances are it's the usual smoke and mirrors but I don't want to be too hasty dismissing anything.
I was wondering if you had time to meet up with us. Maybe you can chat with the kid, and piece something together, since it's not making much sense to me.
Of course, this is a business call and we'd definitely make it worth your while. His late adoptive-father left him a pretty chunk of change. 10-20 minutes tops. It'd really help to put the kid's mind at ease knowing there's a 'real' detective on the case, and not just me. What do you say?"
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psiman
Poor Street Justice
Posts: 37
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PRELUDE
Jun 15, 2012 6:07:38 GMT -8
Post by psiman on Jun 15, 2012 6:07:38 GMT -8
David replies "Sure, I just finished a case and I did not have another case at the moment, I can easily come out there and give you a hand. You've got my interest up any way."
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PRELUDE
Jun 15, 2012 22:21:24 GMT -8
Post by Relic on Jun 15, 2012 22:21:24 GMT -8
ooc: fyi - Rolled back the time David woke up a few hrs to 3:35pm (continuity issue)
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PRELUDE
Jun 16, 2012 0:14:27 GMT -8
Post by Relic on Jun 16, 2012 0:14:27 GMT -8
Adam asks David to meet at their old spot -- "Guiseppi's" a small bar on the sketchy outskirts of the Embarcadero waterfront, in the far opposite direction of heavily-trafficked Pier 39 and the high-priced tourist shops.
At "Guiseppi's" there is in fact no Guiseppi; only a short, fat balding man named Joe with a nasty disposition who runs the joint and isn't even Italian. But Joe makes mean and affordable drinks and takes care of his regulars, who in turn take care of him and the waitresses working for him, whom Joe affectionately and protectively refers to as his "daughters."
David arrives and spots Adam and the young boy Toby sitting out front on a narrow wooden terrace, their single small table once a bright blue, but now weathered, chipped and faded. He's arrived just in time as a short, chunky blonde waitress with a tight, black and red corset exposing the cleavage of her large bosom, takes their order.
ooc: proceed to Ch II: Of Monsters & Mobsters
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